Please be my partner.

……

Mellen has never been a very persevering person, neither in his past life nor in this life.

But even though he was in extreme pain, he had no intention of stopping.

because……

This world is wonderful!

He wanted to go and see if the scenery farther away was even more magnificent!

That's it!

"Plop!~"

After an unknown amount of time, Mellen fell to the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat and dirt.

And the place where he fell had actually passed... the fifth lap!

Salim looked at the boy who had fainted from running, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"interesting!"

Chapter 11 Exercise

When Melen woke up from his coma, he found himself completely soaked in water.

He subconsciously struggled, but the panic only lasted for a few breaths before he realized that he was in a large bathtub.

A neck pillow-like thing was put around his neck, which provided a certain amount of buoyancy to prevent him from drowning.

The water in the bathtub was light green and exuded the fragrance of herbs. The first thing Melen thought of was... a medicinal bath.

The effect seemed to be quite good. Although he was still a little tired and subconsciously wanted to retch, the feeling of being almost torn apart and his internal organs burning after just finishing the run had disappeared.

Instead, a cool feeling flowed through his body, soothing his cells that were tired from excessive exercise.

Suddenly, Melen felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw that all his clothes except his underwear had been taken off!

He hurriedly felt his physical condition more carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after a moment.

At this time, Salim pushed the door open and saw that Mellen had woken up. He smiled and said, "You're awake. Good! You're more courageous than I thought!"

Then, he smiled mischievously, looked at Mellen's underwear and said, "Also, although you look thin on the surface, you actually have quite a figure! Do you want me to introduce you to some female police officers sometime? They are all very wild, but I think with your talent, you should be able to conquer them easily!"

Melen said nothing, with an embarrassed and speechless look on his face. He finally understood why Salim, who had the ability and achievements, could not make a name for himself!

There is indeed a reason why I can only be an instructor at the reserve police officer training ground!

Seeing that Mellen didn't respond, Salim shrugged, no longer joking, and turned away, saying, "Your clothes have been washed. You can put on your training uniform for the training ground. Hurry up, rookie! It's time to start the next training. I don't have time to wait for you!"

Mellen got out of the bathtub, dried himself, and changed into the training clothes prepared for him.

When he got outside, he saw Spike lying on the ground waiting for him.

After signaling the dog to follow, Mellen followed Salim to... the shooting range.

Salim said, "For police officers, firearms are extremely important combat tools. Aside from certain relatively special professions, firearms are lethal to most first-level transcendent professionals!"

Mellen nodded slightly. Firearms training was one of the reasons why he wanted to participate in police training, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to practice it on the first day.

Arriving at a shooting target, Salim pointed to a revolver on the table and said, "This is an M101, the Kingdom's classic revolver. Although it looks simple in structure, it's easy and stable to operate, making it perfect for beginners!"

Then, Salim disassembled the revolver into a pile of parts in front of Mellen, pointing and explaining each one: "This is the revolver shaft, this is the revolver... the revolver seat... the ratchet... the rifling... You don't need to be familiar with it all, but you should understand the most basic disassembly and assembly. That way, when you get it, you can at least judge whether the firearm in your hand can be used normally!"

Then, after assembling and disassembling the revolver several times in front of Mellen, Salim pointed at the pile of parts and said to Mellen, "Try to put it back together."

Mellen recalled Salim's actions while clumsily assembling the revolver.

It is indeed as the latter said, the structure of this revolver is quite simple. Although it took some time, it was assembled smoothly.

Salim took the revolver, examined it, nodded, and said, "Not bad."

Then, he explained to Mellen how to load ammunition and how to aim.

More than ten minutes later, Mellen finally entered the actual combat phase...shooting.

There were three targets in front of him, ten meters, fifty meters, and one hundred meters.

Salim said, "This M101 has good lethality within meters, but normally, its lethality reaches its maximum within meters, and its power begins to decline after meters."

"Furthermore, to accurately hit a target from a distance of 100 meters, unless you possess the extraordinary bonuses of certain special professions, a normal person would need years of training to achieve this. If you just want to play around, forget it."

"Start with the ten-meter target. Once you can consistently hit the target with every shot and consistently score above seven rings, then consider other options."

Mellen nodded, picked up the revolver and started shooting...

"Bang!~"

He stopped after just one shot. The revolver looked insignificant, but the recoil really surprised him. The bullet didn't even hit the target, and he didn't know where it went.

Salim stood by with a look of anticipation. He had already taught everything he needed to teach, and the rest was up to Melen to experience for himself!

Mellen adjusted his posture and began to shoot steadily.

When he had fired thirty rounds, he had basically achieved a stable hit rate of over 80%, but his arms also began to feel sore and numb.

When he had fired sixty bullets, Mellen felt that his arms were about to lose feeling, and his mood changed from excitement to confusion. This was completely different from what he had expected.

But this is normal. The guns he saw in movies in his previous life were basically made of modern technology, and their accuracy and recoil had undergone countless generations of improvements.

To put it bluntly, the revolver in your hand today is the most primitive version of the firearm, which is of course incomparable.

Mellen looked at Salim, who just looked at him indifferently. Helplessly, he could only accept his fate and continue shooting.

Only after firing twenty rounds, or one hundred and twenty bullets, did Salim say, "Okay, that's all for now."

Mellen breathed a sigh of relief. Almost all of his last twenty or thirty bullets missed the target. It wasn't because he didn't want to be steady, but because his hands were shaking so badly.

After leaving the shooting range, Salim glanced at the sky and said, "Let's call it a day. Your performance is quite poor, even worse than those new reserve police officers. You don't deserve to enjoy those resources at all."

"resource?"

Melen was not angry at Salim's words. Instead, he was puzzled by the "resources" he mentioned.

Salim sneered, "Do you think the medicinal baths you take and the bullets at the shooting range are free? Bullets are fine, although they're not unlimited like you can use, but every reserve and regular police officer has a fixed quota."

"That medicinal bath is a precious reward that can only be redeemed by official police officers using their own merits. However, the chief has specified that you can use it once after each training session!"

Privileges are everywhere. No wonder Salim is so unhappy with Mellen.

Mellen had nothing to say about this. He couldn't just turn away the benefits that were delivered to his door, right?!

He asked, "What specific effects does this medicinal bath have?"

Salim curled his lips and said, "A medicinal bath can relieve physical fatigue, speed up recovery, and even strengthen the body to a certain extent. The higher the degree of physical fatigue, the better the effect."

Mellen nodded. Just as he was about to say goodbye to Salim, the latter said, "Come to training at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Melen thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, Instructor Salim..."

Salim's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a sense of oppression emerged, as if even the air became heavy and sticky: "You want to give up?!"

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, Melen reluctantly said, "No, Instructor Salim! It's just that I need to go to a teacher to learn knowledge in the mornings this past week, so I can only train in the afternoons."

After hearing this explanation, Salim slowly withdrew his momentum and snorted coldly: "Whatever you want!"

Leaving the reserve police training ground, the dim light illuminated the earth, and the afterglow of the sunset became particularly beautiful in Mellen's eyes.

After sighing for a while, he looked around and fell into thought...

How should I go back?!

An hour later, Mellen, who was already very tired after training, became even more tired. He looked at his home and felt like crying.

On the way, he even wanted to ride on Spike and let the latter carry him back!

Fortunately, he held back!

After all, there are a lot of people walking on the street, so he still has to save face!

After returning home, he washed himself a little. It was not that he was particularly fond of cleanliness, but after shooting, there was always a lingering smell of gunpowder on his body.

After lying on the bed, he barely read the [Armored Crocodile] cultivation method for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Mellen moved his still sore arm.

This is the effect of the medicinal bath, or his foundation is too poor. If it weren't for the recovery of the medicinal bath, he probably wouldn't have his entire body anymore.

Get up, wash up, and have breakfast.

Go learn from Mr. Jim.

Go home for lunch and take a nap.

Go to the reserve police training ground and complete various physical and firearms training under the requirements of instructor Salim.

Take a medicated bath.

Walk home.

Although dragging his exhausted body to walk home after training made Melen feel very tired, after being reminded by Instructor Salim, he realized that this was also a process of relaxing the body.

Because the medicinal bath was adjusted to after all the training was completed, he did not need to wash himself separately after returning home.

Read the [Armored Crocodile] cultivation method before going to bed.

Finally, end a fulfilling day.

After a week of this regular life...

Mr. Jim smiled and said, "Master Mellen, I have nothing more to teach you about pet dogs."

Mellen bowed and thanked him. "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Jim. I'm sorry to bother you for this. I'm very satisfied with my harvest. I'll have Mr. Morgan deliver the agreed reward this afternoon."

Mr. Jim's smile widened, and he said, "Your spirit of learning is admirable."

As he spoke, Mr. Jim looked hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Mellen asked curiously, "Mr. Jim, is there anything else you want to explain?"

Mr. Jim hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Master Mellen, you should have a deep understanding of the extraordinary, right?"

Melen said modestly, "I know a thing or two."

Mr. Jim lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard, and said, "Actually, I have an extraordinary item here. I wonder if you are interested?"

"oh?!"

Chapter 12 Extraordinary Items

"oh?!"

Mellen showed interest and asked, "Mr. Jim, please tell me in detail what kind of extraordinary item it is?"

Mr. Jim seemed lost in memories...

That was more than ten years ago. Mr. Jim was not the well-known veterinarian he is today, but an apprentice in a private clinic.

Originally, his biggest wish was to accumulate enough knowledge and open his own clinic after gaining a certain degree of fame.

His life changed when he returned to his hometown one day to clean up the old house left by his grandparents after their death.

He found a diary of his grandfather when he was young, which recorded his encounter with a mysterious person and how they became friends.

There is a passage in the diary that describes the mysterious person like this...

He always wore clothes woven from various fallen leaves, looking rather funny. It seemed he had never taken a bath and was always filthy. But strangely, he didn't have the strange smell of a homeless person, but instead had the fragrance of flowers and grass...

…The autumn harvest was just around the corner, but the crops in the fields seemed to be in poor health. The villagers were extremely worried. Fortunately, he took action. No one knew what he added to the water, but he just sprinkled it into the fields, and the crops actually recovered…

At the end of the diary, there are several prescriptions that can cure various animal diseases, and there is also a magical leaf the size of a baby's palm.

The leaves look no different from ordinary leaves, but the diary has been there for decades, and the leaves sandwiched between them still look tender and juicy, as if they had just been picked from the tree.

He looked carefully at the leaves and could see some tiny words flowing on them in the reflection of the sunlight.

After much thought, he gave up the idea of becoming a doctor and instead began to learn how to become a veterinarian.

Although doctors and veterinarians have very different social status, in a sense, their earning power is not much different.

With the help of the drug recipes in his diary and his own continuous in-depth learning, Mr. Jim quickly made a name for himself in the veterinary field.

Today, he is almost at the pinnacle of the veterinary field, but he still hasn't forgotten his original dream... to open a clinic of his own.